Quietpaw
Shadowclan apprentice
18/100
Keeping pace with Hillstrider proved harder than Quietpaw had anticipated. Though she did have long legs she still had yet to completely shake off the effects of sleep. Besides, her mentor was an adult so that probably assisted his walking speed. Giving her usual vocal expression of annoyed chuffs she trotted after her mentor.
The young apprentice glanced up at her mentor as he started chattering. Why was he so noisy, stars. Though annoying there was little Quiet could do about Hillstrider's talkativeness but put up with it. Some of his comments made her want to scoff...well almost all of them did. Her father was too busy for her like her mother or they were paying more attention to the problematic and emotional kits of their litter and she was not one of them.
Minks? Quietpaw was unsure what kind of creatures those were but she'd take Hillstrider's words for it. They must be agressive. Sharp eyes peered out over the bare, rolling hills. How did cats survive here? With no cover and predatory birds overhead...it seemed quite ridiculous to her. She figured they must get ill quite a lot and this was supported by her mentor's claim of storm's raging the moors.
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Mica